Wednesday, April 4, 2018

Forever is too long to be alone. Professor Avery Cook has spent his career researching the mysterious side of New Orleans. Superstitions, legends, and lore—Avery has an academic explanation for all of them….Until one night when he walks into a bar and his life changes.In a sea of impossibly beautiful people, Tyson stands out, and he sweeps Avery off his feet with his old-world charm and romanticism. But there’s a darkness in Tyson too, and Avery discovers Tyson is part of a world he thought existed only in books and stories—the paranormal tales he studies at the university.Tyson’s been lonely for a long time, and he’s falling in love with Avery. But his past is a long one, and it’s full of enemies and danger. The best way to keep Avery safe is to push him away….
Buy links: Dreamspinner | AmazonCat gives this one 4 Meows with a 1 Purr heat index...

Step aside sparkly vampires. Kiss me forever has a new being that is immortal if he drinks his bitter tea each day. He has a lot of traits like a Vampire , he even Glows, but it is a mineral that keeps him alive. Being Immortale has its downsides. Loneliness and having enemies is another.

Avery is human and teaches classes on the myths and legends of folklore, meeting Tyson changes his life in many ways. I loved this story I do wish we knew more what Tyson's past what was it scare had on him. Having said that I love this book.

Excerpt...THE DREAMS were getting weirder.Ghouls and spirits and things that went bump in the night, always at the edge of his vision even though Avery knew they were there just on the other side of the darkness. But there was something else in his dreams, something he wanted, yearned for, something he felt like he always reached for and never found. Whatever it was left him jerking out of an uneasy sleep at the sound of his alarm, heart pounding and out of breath. Like he knew there was something out there that he just had to find.Don’t be a goddamn idiot.It was work. That was all. Work was… getting to him.Still, Avery lay there for a long time and let his pulse calm down. He had to get up and be Professor Cook soon. No time for nightmares so realistic he felt like he’d lived them.The air in his house was sticky and warm, barely pushed around by his sluggish ceiling fan—and a glance outside his big bay window told him it might rain soon, which always made his commute to campus a pain in the ass. Avery thought for a moment about dragging his car out from the garage where he kept it stored for the few times a month he needed it. But it was also a huge pain to drive through the cramped streets of the Quarter. Easier to bring a change of clothes just in case it rained.It was close to Halloween but still summer warm, something his Midwestern ass had never quite gotten used to, even if it had been nearly six years since he moved to New Orleans. Eighty degree heat and Halloween decorations felt weird to him still. He stretched and stared at his ceiling fan for a little while longer before he turned and dragged his cell off the nightstand to check the time. It had been a while since the thing went off. He was having a hard time pulling his covers off and facing the week. Aaand he had about ten seconds flat to get ready. Fantastic.Of course.Avery rarely left himself a big grace window, and that morning hadn’t been an exception. Because of his lethargy he had literally ten minutes to get his ass on his bike or he’d be sprinting to the college and probably be late for his first lecture. And it was a popular one. Nothing like strolling in sweaty and breathless to a lecture hall filled with a few hundred eager students.He vaulted out of bed and into the quickest shower of his school year so far. Then he put on khakis and a button-up shirt, pocketed his phone, slid on shoes, and grabbed his messenger bag and bike helmet on the way out the door. At least he’d had the forethought to pack up his papers the night before or he’d be monumentally screwed.Another Monday, another week… and the unit he was famous for on campus was starting in about an hour.Local paranormal history.It was the reason his Origins of Myth and Legend class filled up at lightning speed during registration—creepy tales of local urban legends and the truth behind them, ghost stories, neighborhood tours at night. The kids ate it up, especially the out-of-state ones hoping to soak in some local flavor. It was the university’s most popular humanities course and the reason Tulane had come calling when he’d graduated from his PhD program six years before with a newly published book and a bit more ego than he’d deserved to have.Avery unlocked his bike and carried it down the short set of stairs to his gate right on Royal Street. It was the quiet side of the Quarter, past the bustle of the touristy blocks. There were no galleries, no street bands, just his neighbors and a few passing tours here and there.He clipped on his helmet and wheeled his bike through the wrought-iron gate. Etta, his neighbor, who had to be close to ninety, sat on her porch, drinking coffee. Even as early as it was, she already had on a dress, stockings, and heels, and her silver-white hair was curled perfectly in place. As far as Avery knew, Etta didn’t even own a pair of jeans or a tracksuit.“Morning, sweetheart,” she called quietly to him.“Morning, Etta.” Avery waved. She and her husband, Clancy, had taken him in a bit when he’d first moved into his little cottage. He didn’t have his own family, so he’d appreciated her homemade treats and invitations to holiday dinners—especially before he’d made a social circle of his own. “Have a good day,” he added.“You be safe out there,” she told him. Sometimes she treated him like a kid. He supposed he still looked like one, instead of the thirty that had recently come out of nowhere and shocked the hell out of him.He swung his leg over the bar of his bike, tightened up the strap on his messenger bag, and headed down the street for the college… where he’d hopefully be early rather than barely on time.

Hi everyone! I’m Mj O’Shea:) I grew up, and still live, in sunny Washington state and while I love to visit other places, I can’t imagine calling anywhere else home. I spent my childhood writing stories. Sometime in my early teens, the stories turned to romance. Most of those were about me, my friends, and our favorite movie and pop stars. Hopefully, I’ve come a long way since then.

When I’m not writing, I love to play the piano, dance, cook, paint pictures, and of course read! I have two little dogs who sit with me when I write. Sometimes they comes up with ideas for me too…when they’re not busy napping.